Finally, victory.
Yet I feel like the problem has come right back and tackled me full on.
What's the point if it feels like this?
Maybe I should give up.
Or maybe I should just stop second guessing myself.
Or maybe I should just take it one day at a time.
But why is that so hard?
My head's caught between my parents.
My heart's caught between myself and a boy.
My spirit has been crushed and torn.
This is too much for one being to take.
I would turn to suicide but there's so much I can do in the future.
My potential is great.
But the encouragement is very little.
I have turned to depression but all it did was suppress me more.
My creativity was stunted.
But the determination built higher.
I will turn to a boy but choosing him over myself will be strange.
My confidence finally up.
But the choice is his to crush or create.